Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (c) Kishimoto
This was slightly inspired by Dragon Jadefire's Tabula Rasa. I realized that Itachi would make a good druggie, but other than that, there is absolutely no other resemblance...this is completely different. It's pretty dark too. I got a prompt in a writing club that was to write about a thirty second period of time. This is what resulted.
It didn't really matter anymore, he thought as he ruffled his long, raven hair. The wind, not in his favor, shrieked angrily. He chuckled. Nature wasn't used to this. It wasn't night. He plopped himself down on the highest point of the boardwalk, which sprawled across the cliff. Mountains AND ocean, he thought. What could be more beautiful. He reached into the bag, groping for the feel of aluminum, but to his surprise, his fingers stumbled upon a pair of sunglasses. A little rhinestone likeness of a dog sparkled at one of the temples. His inky eyes lit up. She had left them behind after all. Here was his excuse. Now he was going to HAVE to find her, to return them. He finally pulled out the small box. He opened it. There was only one left. He knew she would disapprove, but it didn't matter, because this would make finding her that much easier. Without deliberation, he stabbed the point into the crook of his elbow, wrenching it simultaneously. He pushed his thumb down hard, gasping at the euphoria. He reveled in it - it would be the last time. He had promised himself that. He wouldn't do it again. He had only started after she left, so of course he would stop once he found her. He slipped the sunglasses into his pocket. He stood shakily while the wind begged him to stop, driving him back from the edge. But he couldn't. He had to find her. After all, she left her sunglasses behind. He had to return them to her, if anything. As opposed to yelling her name as he once had, he only whispered it.
"Don't cry anymore, hana. I'm on my way."
His leap was a graceful yet powerful swan dive, launching himself out 50 feet and somersaulting once. He hadn't forgotten his training. As he flew, he felt all of his bonds to everything snap, except for one, which he chased. His long raven hair came undone from its ponytail, and he closed his now-sanguine eyes, three black commas spinning in them. The pattern shifted beneath his eyelids. As his hair streamed after him, he thought of her mahogany locks that parted above the red tattoos upon her cheeks. The red clouds upon his black cloak fluttered, like sakura blossoms in the wind.
"I'm coming, Hana. I promise."
He never felt himself hit the water.
Love it? Hate it? I know it's really short. Review please!